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The setting sun has completely submerged into the distant horizon of the city, and the sky is rapidly dimming.
The electronic light turns on automatically, and the iron rosewood desk and the coffee-colored leather sofa exude a delicate luster under the soft light. The thick cashmere carpet under the feet is soft in texture and solemn in color, and the study room is serene and quiet.
The reporter was in a daze for a while.
When asked the question of Li Fu's death, he did not expect a positive answer.
Whether it is in the eyes of himself or many historians, this legend is more like many unofficial secrets handed down in human history, just some boring human hearsay.
When this question was asked casually, curiosity was the majority, and there was also some intention to finalize this absurd but widely circulated rumor.
However, he never dreamed that this was actually true.
It's hard for people to figure out how a person can be pissed off.
He is not Li Fu, he does not have the paranoia and madness of the survivors of the Nademik dynasty, nor does he look at the faintly smiling Hastings on the blazing battleship, despairing in the explosion.
Since William III announced his surrender, the war has actually ended. The subsequent battles could not affect the overall situation at all, but it was just the stubborn resistance of some small countries in West Yorkshire.
? From the outbreak of the Ludritt Defense War on March 28 to the capture of William III on April 8, there were a total of ten days. During these ten days, the entire war situation was like a tumbling train going from heaven to earth. Ten days ago, Xiyue was aggressive and had the momentum to dominate the world. Ten days later, the Filian League annihilated the two main forces of West John, South and North, captured Sobel and William III, and established the victory.
Later generations called the dazzling ten days as the Ten Days of Victory.
The capture of William III and the death of Li Fu are the last notes of the last movement of that war, "Ten Days of Victory".
History is always dazzling. The drama of the truth that people dig up after the fact far surpasses even the drama, the movie and the most absurd and imaginative novel.
Originally, the reporter thought that the heavy note was the fire and explosion of Li Fu's flagship, but they didn't expect that this note was so strange and low, like a long sigh.
"Without sacrifice, there is no victory."
When Li Fu and the officers of his group took this famous saying of Hastings as their standard, and made countless passionate and impulsive soldiers follow them on the path of hell and no return, no one thought that this sentence would be Be their last portrayal! However, this time, Li Fu became the victim of seducing William III. And the victory belongs to Hastings and Tian Xingjian.
For a time, everything that happened in that era, and all the characters came to the reporter's mind one by one.
Hastings, Tian Xingjian, Sober, Livr, Hamilton, Russell, McKinley, Flavio, William III, Nicholas V
They are either wise and calm, or insidious and cunning, or extraordinary ingenuity, or ingenious, or ambitious, or loyal and fearless, or indomitable. Everyone's face is so clear, so fresh.
It was a great era full of wars. An era that belongs to them.
No matter what their goals are, whether they represent justice or not, they all left their voices, their footprints, their ideals, their blood, their joys, sorrows and joys in that era.
Each of them is a note of that era. Their lives were completely burned for that era.
And with Li Fu's dramatic death, that vast era has been condensed into a stage play with changing lights, gorgeous scenery and ups and downs, and the curtain has come to an end.
All grievances and hatred, the sky full of gunfire and gunpowder smoke, all turned into that long sigh. gradually go away.
The reporter sighed deeply and closed his notebook.
"Another cup of coffee?" Maquia picked up the coffee pot and poured another cup for the reporter.
"I've already drank a lot. If I drink any more, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight." The reporter said with a smile. But I thought in my heart, if I really can't sleep at night, maybe it's not because of coffee. How lucky I am today, to have the opportunity to listen to the story of Marshal Machia, who personally experienced the war, and to be so close to history.
"Last question." The reporter took the coffee and looked at Maqia with piercing eyes.
"Oh?" The old man smoked a pipe and said with a smile, "You have quite a few questions.bsp; When the old man's narration stopped, the reporter's mood was as heavy as lead.
After the war, the discovery of new space technology allowed human beings to step into a wider universe, and the emergence of artificial intelligence Adam and Eve made economic and technological advances. The world is no longer what it used to be.
People thought that the end of the war 40 years ago and the emergence of new space and artificial intelligence ushered in a new era of exploration.
But who would know, because of a tragedy, this era has been delayed for more than four thousand years.
War is a cancer of human civilization.
This sentence, listening to it now, makes people feel sad.
Blame whom?
Assistants, or humans themselves?
? If at the beginning
The reporter shook his head. History has no ifs. What happened is destined to be irreversible.
What humans can grasp is the future.
After the age of war, mankind has ushered in a greater era of exploration. Countless scientists and adventurers are driving spaceships to sail further into the interstellar space. Everyone firmly believes that one day, human beings can meet intelligent races in this lonely universe and end the days of orphans in the universe.
After saying goodbye to the tired old man, the reporter walked to the door and turned around suddenly.
"I heard that Marshal Tian Xingjian was wanted for bigamy?" The young reporter asked with a smile, "If a crime of bigamy is punishable by ten years, wouldn't Marshal have to spend his whole life in prison?"
Thinking of the guy with a simple and honest face, Marquis also laughed.
"Whoever dares to arrest him is just a gesture of the government." The old man shook his head and said, "When that guy saw the arrest warrant when he went shopping for vegetables, he happily took it off and posted it on his door."
The reporter burst into laughter.
"However," the old man winked mischievously at him as he sent the reporter out, "It's not a good thing to have more wives. That guy's life is almost like going to jail."
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day.
The fat man got up from the ground covered in mud, lit a cigarette, panted and waved at a little guy who was almost a replica of his childhood: "Son, let's play later, Dad can't do it anymore. Take a breath."
"How can a man say no?" The six or seven-year-old fat man looked contemptuous.
The fat man fell headlong on the grass in the garden, looking at the sky absently.
"Fatty," the little fat man put his head on the fat man's stomach: "If it wasn't for the classmates and teachers saying, I wouldn't believe that you were still a hero before you were killed."
The fat man had a look of bad luck.
"Bah, who the hell wants to be a hero, who is a bastard!"
"I don't want to be a hero either."
"Why?"
"I'm afraid of death. If you are arrested and forced to confess, you will be accused of everything. Even how many times you went to your mother's room at night, you have to tell."
"Little bastard, how dare you!"
"Hey, fat man, you are so courageous, dare to threaten me, believe it or not, I will cry now."
"Okay, little ancestor, I was wrong."
A long time
"Fatty, who do you admire most in this life? My mother said, is it our grandfather?"
"Well, your grandfather is one."
"Why? Grandpa is not a hero."
"Son, not everyone in this world is a hero, but in everyone's heart, there is a hero. In the eyes of me, your mother and your grandmother, your grandfather is a hero."
"Oh Grandpa is one, so who else is there?"
Fatty stared at the sky, and in front of his eyes, the backs of Hamilton, Brown, Snyder and thousands of stormtroopers appeared again.
"There are many others. Many, many."
(End of the book)
After four years, I finally finished writing. I had mixed feelings for a while. Let's talk about it in a few days
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